Glenn: “For my girl’s second birthday we held a party. She fell asleep, so everyone went upstairs. An hour later we heard little footsteps. Lori appeared with the cake in her arms. But all that remained was a cupcake-sized cake; our hall was covered with crumbs.”

Nick: “One afternoon my son, two at the time, kept grabbing himself. My wife asked if he needed to go to the bathroom. He said no. But she took him to the men’s room and lifted him to the urinal. Nothing happened; she said push harder. He pooped on her foot.”